Their entitlement knew no bounds. They expected me to support his entire family, even his extended relatives. During New Year’s and other holidays, I was told to prepare fancy gifts for his nephews and nieces.
I swallowed my discomfort back then, convincing myself it was worth it because of their supposed kindness.
But now, Oscar sided with them.
“Baby, my mother is right,” he said, his tone annoyingly calm.
“You should listen and talk it over with your family.”
I stared at him, my heart breaking with every word.
“Let’s break up,” I said.
He didn’t take me seriously.
“Don’t be silly,” he replied with a nervous laugh.
“I’ll stay with you during this time.”
I turned my head away, repeating my words firmly, “Let’s break up.”
Oscar refused to accept it. He looked almost desperate, reminding me of how things used to be.
“Where am I going to find another woman like you?” he asked, as though that should make me change my mind.
“You’re beautiful, you take care of me, and you’ve done so much for me and my family.”
It sounded logical, almost reasonable. But I wasn’t swayed this time. My resolve was set.